These weren’t pearls. Gran’s pearls were creamy pale, and her wisdom like a candle in the wind. But this was Gran’s black and white necklace with separate strands that Jen liked to twist and tie between her hands. Gran wore them with the white dress for weddings and black for funerals. And Jen dressed in them secretly, sneaking peeks in Gran’s bedroom mirror.
At Gran’s funeral, “Can I borrow them?” she asked and was given them to keep. So now she wears them with white and black, twisting the threads of joy and sorrow together like wisdom in the wind.